What are the ancient poems about "Memorial Day"

Wang Anshi

Besides firecrackers, the east wind sent warmth into Tu Su.

The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old.

"Original check"

Ouyang Xiu

Last year's Lantern Festival, the lights of the flower market entered the daytime. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.

In January this year, flowers and lights were still blooming, but no one was there last year. Man Chun's shirt sleeves were in tears.

"Qingming? 》 ?

Du Mu

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.

Excuse me, where is the restaurant? Pastoral nursery rhymes refer to Xinghua Village.

Dragon Boat Festival?

wen tianxiang

At that time, loyalty and blood flowed, and the Jing people sacrificed Miluo through the ages.

Wind and rain are everywhere, vegetation is like a dream, so the country is so old.

Magpie fairy

Qin Guan

Thin clouds are mysterious, and flying stars spread grievances. All the way to the milky way. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.

Tender as water, it is a good time to dream. Endure the magpie bridge and return home. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?

Prelude to Water Melody

Su Shi

When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know what year heaven is.

I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find the shadow, what is it like!

The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past.

I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.

Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.

Wang Wei

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

"Pick mulberry seeds? the Double Ninth Festival

Mao Zedong

Life is easy, but old age is difficult. Chongyang at the age of two, and Chongyang today, the yellow flowers in the battlefield are particularly fragrant.